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Obama 

We kick in yo door with lamas 

Yo sister got trama 

Them bullets went straight through yo mama

We get on yo ass like pajamas 

And snap like

of the sauce yeah 
I got drive like a Porsche yeah 
Boss like Rick Ross yeah 

Look, Star Wars or Michael Jackson, you can tell I got the force learn lessons

5'1" But my attitude 6'4"
Got some bitches that'll kick in your front door
You don't pop shit bitch, what you cappin for
I'll stomp your ass out for

hook in they head cause its catchy (Yea)

They call me honcho the boss 
Making the bank it's fat Rick Ross (Ross)
Don't flex my diamonds they floss
You

eatin the dirt
I stayed in your turf, bitch, I kick your face in the side of the curb
Fuck you
I do the motion and I'm roastin
By the sun, got dreads just

big like Rick Ross
I be getting to the bag, like I'm at a gift shop
Then I seal up the deal, like it's in a Zip-Lock (Ching Ching)
I keep a Chucky

mammoth when I get cold
I hear your fantasy raps, buddy, they’re gettin’ old
Sorta like the snacks trapped in Rick Ross’ fat folds
I’m an asshole
Wake up

she love to floss
Hublot watch fuck da cost I'm in a brand new Maybach Ross Rick Ross
Blood money drug money dope money coke money
Hustle fi di money

Came far from a horrible event
I’m sorry for the arms that I bent
Sold weed in a bimmer, No tint
God, He ain’t got no sense
Whiteboy wild like Rick

dance like it's TikTok Adam Cootes in the sink, how I dishwash
Everybody wanna talk till it kicks off Till we pull up to their door and we pick locks
I'm

fat, Rick Ross
Fuck her, she get tossed
Cheap ass nigga, shop at Ross
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What, yeah
Phss whoo
Gang gang gang gang

take a loss
Pockets fat, Rick Ross
Fuck her, she get tossed
Cheap ass nigga, shop at Ross
Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
What, yeah
Phss whoo
Gang gang

Adrenalin

Kollegah

Jung, Brutal, Gutaussehend, Vol. 2

2013

Freundin will 'nen Fick mit dem Big Boss
Doch ich will heut' nur abhängen wie die Bitchtits von Rick Ross
Im VIP-Bereich mit Cocktail in der Hand
Hater

[Beanie] 
1, 2 Sigel comin for you 
3, 4 I'm gonna kick in your door 
5, 6 man I want those bricks 
7, 8 gonna give up dat weight 
9, 10 I'll put da

got plenty of bud so take ya pick 
Send me a nug of dat crazy shit 
I blaze dis shit n kick shit like rick 

Whats another 4 door 
To a young poor boy,

not no lame shit
Why u playin tough when you ain't it
Why she playin hard to get
Bitch my friend hit
Mason Margielas kicks, wit some Rick Rick
I'm in

Reppin My City

Triple C

Trilla [iTunes Bonus Track]

2008

reppin' my city
I be reppin' my city, no one can do it better

[Rick Ross:]
Let the top back on the Chevy
Then I crank up the boom
Smellin' Issey

the difference?)
A cazzo dritto kick off
Fammi ricco: Rick Ross
Fino al soffitto Kris Kross
Toccando il picco del flow
Tu fai l'amico ma no, è un ridicolo show

likes to get spit on
And my pockets be fatter than Rick Ross
Got a gun by my side you won't live on
Got a gun by my side you won't live on
Now he tryna

All The Way Up

Yelawolf

Trunk Muzik, Vol. 3

2019

motherfucker, that's rocks
Slumerican made men (Trill)
Somebody opened up the door to the Chevy, let Yelawolf out of the cage-in
I'ma walk through the club in

Yo, yuh see more while inna life
In order fi guh forward yaa fi guh back
More while yaa fi just spin di block yuh zimi?
Yeah
Spin da block, spin da

St-Laurent in the sauce 

Time travel like a boss, like Rick not Ross

Hook 3
This is just the pilot, we not even hot

Universe is busy tryna make the sickest

niggas at the port like Rick Ross
If she dont see that I'm important she can get lost
Niggas tryna add us up by what we bought
Niggas tryna do the math

them stars innat wraith
White and gold like da pope no I don't
Trust Christ and I don't have faith
Back to the future
Butterfly doors I see red lights